Don't Ask

Please don’t ask how I’m doin’?

I’M JUST SITTING HERE, WAITING FOR THE END

I REMEMBER WHEN  WHEN WE WERE FRIENDS

There is no future calling for me

No future that I can see 

I’M ON MY LAST LEG, WAITING FOR TO GO

UP AROUND THE BEND, UP AROUND THE BEND  

An Unfinished Life

There are times when I sit and wonder

Whatever became of me

I really do not want to go now

An unfinished life for me 

O, what I would have done

If only I’d had more time

Great things you would have seen

But I, I needed more time!

I’m ready to breathe my last

Time to put out lights

Cry for what might have been

An unfinished life

There are times when I sit and wonder

An unfinished life is what I see

My Rest Home

(sung to the tune of “Deadman’s Curve”)

Cruisin’ in my Rascal slidin’ across the floor

Burnin’ rubber, strippin’ gears, bumpin’ into your door

Challenge there and then to drag, two dash hounds

Ol’ man Woot’s bedpan will be out-of-bounds

‘Round the nurse’s station, IVs to drain

Depends for you and me in victory lane


My rest home, it’s no place to play

My rest home, best to keep away

Won’t survive my rest home!

* cough, wheeze, cough *

And More...

I’m too busy living to worry ‘bout dying

I, I am not lying, I am, I’m crying

I am not ready to go yet

This show ain’t over, you know, ye

Do not remember me for what I’ve become

A balding broke down ol’ coot, that’ a nice sum

Remember me for what I was

I was eye candy, had that buzz 

My faith’s been shot and left for dead

In the middle of, of the roadbed

Nobody Likes Sad Poetry

I started writing poetry to give a parting gift to my nephew and my niece, the two most important people in my life.  I feel like I’ve been a miserable failure and wanted to leave a message from the other side (oh, gosh, this sounds mighty “The Twilight Zone-ish” :p ).  Most of my poetry is pretty pedestrian -- tho, every once in a while.  :D

Nobody likes sad poetry 

Or so I have been told

But i just got let it out

Before I get too old

Oh, Turner, ah, Bailey 

Can you, can you hear me!?

Lend me your ear before I die

I’ve got something to say

It’s not really that important

Sorry for wast’ning your day

Oh, Turner, ah, Bailey

You still list’ning to me!?

I wish I had been a better uncle

I wish I had been a better friend

I wish I had been better

‘Til the end     

I've Never Seen A Night As Long

Fans of Hank Williams may recognize the inspiration, but this poem is mine.

I’ve never seen a night as long

Where time, where time keeps draggin’ on by

The midnight train does wail its song

I’m so lonesome I, I could cry

I wonder what you’re doing tonight?

Are you, are you makin’ love with him?

The clock does tick, you’re out of sight

The clock chimes so, it’s 3 a.m..

I’m so lonesome I, I could cry

The early bird does sing his song

The sun does rise high in the sky

I‘ve never seen a night as long

Glenn Frey 1948 - 2016

I’d rather be remembered as something else 

Than not remembered at all

I don’t know where I’m going, but I do know where I’ve been

I’ve created a ruckus, and I’ve wallowed in sin

When that train whistle blows, and I’m heading south

I’ll be sure and give one last shout

Me and Glenn Frey will ride those rails

We’ll take it easy, take it easy

Don’t let the sound of those steel wheels 

Drive you crazy, just take it easy

Oh, lighten up while you still can

Don’t even try to understand

Just take it easy, take it easy